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I don’t want to become the kind of woman that drives alone in the dark, listening to sad songs. She imagines the camera zooming on her face to catch that single tear dribbling down a rouged cheek, glimmering in the perfect shaft of street light beams.

Instead I am living with the woman that I am. One who is spectacularly ugly when she cries.

Which is more important to save…water or paper?

No one I think is in my tree, I mean it must be high or low.
That is you can’t you know tune in but it’s all right.
That is I think it’s not too bad.

Living is easy with eyes closed, misunderstanding all you see.
It’s getting hard to be someone but it all works out.
It doesn’t matter much to me.

Always no sometimes think it’s me, but you know I know when it’s a dream.
I think I know I mean “Yes,” but it’s all wrong.
That is I think I disagree.

But there are people in this world who really piss me off, and I wish it didn’t happen, because I HATE wasting my time on anger, but there you go. If you are reading this (which I really couldn’t care either way) then you are doing the same thing you obviously didn’t want me to do, which was (OMG!) acheived by removing me from your facebook friends, which is, both childish and passive agressive, and I really couldn’t care anymore. I try to make peace. I TRY to be pleasant. I try and I try and YOU DON’T. So: go to hell. I know this will probably get me into trouble but I am past the point of caring.

We licked the juices off our fingers. The tiny jewels of fruit, really, just alien eggs, sparkled in the blue light of the television. They were three dimensional rose petals, clear graduated to light blush. You said they had no taste, at first, but then, after you peeled a handful of them from the membrane, then dumped the whole lot into your mouth, you finally acknowledged the sweetness.

I used to live alone before I knew you.

Remember when I moved in you, the holy dark was moving too, and every breath we drew was Hallelujah.

I never gave up on breaking out of this two star town.

How come I am having dreams where everything works out ok?

i am eating poptarts. i am wishing i could give you all the things i know you want, but the distance, the distance, the miles, the air and roads and spaces and such, i cannot teach you these things, you are learning them yourself. it would be patronizing (and wrong) for me to try and tell you that to live your life you must do a, b, and c; but if you ware hurting, i am just a phone call away.

don’t you hate how males make you lose your head?

who were you before we ever spoke?

will everything ever be ok?

is it possible to stay immortal?

We always stay up late at night
Up in my bedroom
Sometimes we get carried away
Banging the wall, banging the floor
Burning both ends of the midnight oil
I think I’m in love

Time Gone Back

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